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Parked my car in Oklahoma,and thought to myself, "Good night, kid."
Heading East, dream with the angels,
grayer skies, dream with the angels.
Drove it straight through mean old Texas.
Real hot sun beating down,
it cracked my dashboard.
Heading East, dream with the angels,
grayer skies, dream with the angels.
Parked it next in Kansas City.
Those sunflowers grew three miles high.
Heading East, dream with the angels,
grayer skies, dream with the angels.
At last in New York City.
At 3rd and A you were sitting three thousand miles away,
so I pulled the brake up and stopped.
Fuquan
